Rumble!!!

There is no cloud in the sky, but there is thunder rolling, and the thunder is endless, as if it is about to tear apart the world.

There is thunder in the sky, but no rain. The Tongtian River, which was originally thousands of miles wide, is now only a stream like a stream, less than ten feet away, and it will completely dry up at some point.

Qingzhou, Dapu Imperial City.

The Chu royal family still controls the highest level of the Great Person. For the people, the royal family is a high heaven and an unattainable cloud, and can only look up to it.

In front of the royal family, the people will always feel that they are as small as a grain of sand.

However, when facing those mysterious practitioners, the royal overlords in the world feel that they are also a grain of sand.

"The sky brings thunder, this is God's anger! Let the statues of outsiders occupy the palace, where is my emperor's majesty, and where is the majesty!"

In the court, the newly promoted prime minister came out of his squad and knelt down and spoke honest words. Although it was unpleasant, it also showed the prime minister's innocent heart, which could reveal the sun and the moon.

On the dragon throne, the young emperor shook his head and sighed bitterly, waved his hand, and signaled the prime minister to retreat. Because of the construction of the statue, even the practitioners of the Chu family could not control it, and no one dared to control it. He was a mortal emperor, could he mobilize a large army to fight with the practitioner who was said to be the strongest in the world?

Not to mention whether he can fight or not, before the army can mobilize, he will be dismissed by the Chu family and replaced by other Chu family members who do not mind the extra statue of an outsider in the palace.

Not only is the builder of the statue the most powerful, but the person who draws the statue is also amazing. He is the most powerful painting saint and the powerful man who can fly and hide from the sky.

The emperor can only govern the mundane world. In the world of practice, the emperors on earth are no different from those on ordinary people.

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There was a crisp sound of ironwork in the center of the palace. The hall that the emperor used to court in the morning was demolished and there was no left. A statue as high as ten feet tall rose from the ground.

The whole body of the statue is made of precious black iron, like an iron tower standing in the palace, higher than the city wall, and from a distance it looks like a ferocious beast, looking inconsistent.

A solid wooden frame was built from the foot of the statue to the top of the head. It could be seen that the statue was a burly human figure, wearing a cloak, looking majestic, but the appearance was not visible.

The body of the statue has been completed, only the head is missing.

Rumble!

The thunder sound from the sky became more and more dull. There should have been a heavy rain, but there was no cloud in the sky. If a cultivator with a high level of cultivation had to check or find out, the cracks that appeared in the sky many years ago were now becoming more and more numerous.

"The consequence of the shattering of the sky is probably the return of heaven and earth."

Under the statue, the elderly Qiu Hanli looked up at the sky with his eyebrows frowned.

The increasing number of space cracks means that the space is unstable. Once the space is broken, the world will truly return to nothingness, and no matter how high the cultivation level is, it will be destroyed in this catastrophe of destruction.

"Who knows, the river has dried up and the sky has broken down. Since they left, the world has become more and more strange. Did those who have taken away our Qingzhou luck together?"

The Hua Sheng stood at the foot of the statue with his hands on his back, shook his head and analyzed: "Don't believe it, Xu Yan is stingy and stingy, and Wang Qi and He Tian are not the masters of An Sheng. Who knows if they entered the ground before they traveled far away and dug up the qi of our Qingzhou people to defend themselves. They are going to pursue the end of the world and explore the mystery outside the sky. Do you have to choose a good lead before leaving?"

"The two Supreme Elders are not so selfish, so you can rest assured about this."

The head of the Jinqian Sect, whose hair was covered with white hair, didn't care much about the changes in the sky. Yan Xingtian smiled and said, "I have traveled for more than a hundred years. I think the two supremes must have reached the end of the world. Maybe they have already flew out of the sky to explore the deeper mysteries of the heavens. That is a strong man who wants to become an immortal, how could he move my Qingzhou veins?"

"What's wrong with becoming an immortal? Isn't the immortal selfish? You Sect Master Yan is selling melons and boasting about yourself! Your Supreme Elder is not my elder." The Hua Sheng curled his lips and was disdainful. He was not considered the Jin Qian Sect nor the Tiangui Sect. He was a self-confidant and free-spirited school.

"Dream Saint should not be too arrogant. If you don't talk about the elders of our Tiangui Sect, can you afford to offend the one above your head?" Qiu Hanli rolled his eyes and looked at the tall figure standing in the air with a huge hammer.

The one who made a jingle sound was the head of the ghost messenger.

"I can't afford to offend you, who can afford to offend your Heavenly Ghost Sect's Master? Have you refined your artillery? Hurry up and send him to heaven. We won't be at peace if he doesn't leave."

Liu Yishou lamented and pointed at the calluses on his hands, saying, "I am the saint of painting, not a blacksmith. How could I build a statue? Elder Jiang in your family insisted on catching me to help him build a statue. Look at it! Can I still draw with my hands?"

Deep in the palace, several top masters from the good and evil factions gathered together, and while talking and laughing, they looked at the head of the statue.

Soon, after the final eyes of the statue were formed, the statue was finally completed.

The figure that flew down and roared to the ground with a loud bang. Jiang Dachuan was wearing a wide black robe, his big face was full of ferociousness, and the giant hammer in his hand turned into a twisted shape and was thrown away by him.

"Just just a blacksmith, no one knows it. I also want to take action by myself. You are just a bunch of people!"

Pointing at the noses of several top Qingzhou masters, Jiang Dachuan scolded him. He heard the few people smiled bitterly, not daring to reason with this vicious god, and could not explain the truth to the leader of the ghost envoy.

After cursing, Jiang Dachuan patted the dust on his hands, looked up at his statue, and nodded with satisfaction: "This is the magnificent! There is a statue in the south of the sky, and the next one is the north of the sky. Old Man Qiu, can your artillery be successfully refined before I come back?"

"It should be almost done within two or three years." Qiu Hanli nodded and replied.

"Okay!" Jiang Dachuan shouted loudly and said, "The thunder rolls in the sky, which is a sign of opening up the sky. There are more and more cracks in the space in the sky. This is God knows that I am going to break the sky and specially help me break the prison of the heaven and earth. Haha, it's time for me Jiang Dachuan to transfer luck!"

The masters of both good and evil sects know the decision of the Demon Envoy.

Yan Xingtian and Liu Yishou all hoped that Jiang Dachuan would disappear as soon as possible. With such a villain who no one could fight, Qingzhou would be in peace.

"Old man of the painting saint, don't brag about yourself in the future. You can't even create a statue, but you'll still be a painting saint. I think you are not even as good as a blacksmith." Jiang Dachuan was in a good mood. Looking at the head of the sculpture he made himself, it was lifelike.

"I'm a painter, not a iron thug." The Hua Sheng muttered.

"What's wrong with the ironwork? Even the blacksmith can make the statue vivid, even the blacksmith is a skill, better than you, a painting saint who can only talk about war on paper!"

Jiang Dachuan glared at the eyes, and the Hua Sheng immediately did not dare to speak.

"Iron striking...not to mention, creating a black iron statue is really similar to an iron striking. It's much more comfortable to swing an iron hammer for so long."
Chapter completed!